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I'm just here to yell about the amazing coincidence of me watching Gilmore Girls for the first time in year of the lord 2023 and you reblogging about the show on the hellsite (affectionate) at the same time. GOOD JOB, TEAM.
!!! aggie I am giving you the BIGGEST high five where have you BEEN!!
blue cat and lemon sorbet - that sounds like a name of a band
I actually thought it WAS a name of one of your weird-ass spotify discoveries before I've read that post about favourites XD
I'd listen to that band, sounds like it would fuck hard, also LMAO you read the tags before the post? xD
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✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥
💚💚💚 thank you!!
It's always nice to see you pop up <33
[psssst, how about Tahl and Qui-Gon in fake relationship tho?]
@maawi1253 o look here’s another one
LOL oh no I’m getting the most ridiculous idea.
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Qui-Gon looked up at the too-quick footsteps, surprised to see Tahl hurrying toward him. “Tahl, what -”
“Shh, not here!” she hissed, catching his elbow as she passed and pulling him along around a corner. “I really wish Master Tyvokka had forgotten to warn me about punching dignitaries in the face.”
Qui-Gon bit back a smile. “I see.”
“I can’t go back out there, Qui!”
“You know that’s not exactly an option.” Though, if anything, he was sympathetic. “We have to be there for the signing and for the feast.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the one getting cornered in empty halls,” she grumbled. Tahl didn’t say another word, face set in a determined frown, until she’d pulled him into the suite he’d been assigned. Almost immediately she left him there, two feet from the door, and started pacing. This, too, was normal. She would pace, then stop, release a sparking burst of anger into the Force, then challenge Qui-Gon to a sparring match that would leave him with more bruises than usual.
What Qui-Gon hadn’t expected was the suddenly very sheepish expression on Tahl’s face. That didn’t bode well. “Tahl…”
“Come on, Qui, you’ve got to help me!”
“Help how?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, and couldn’t quite fight off the itch to draw back a step towards the door.
“I told them I was with someone,” Tahl blurted.
Qui-Gon mustered an owlish blink. “Right. Someone.” At least she had the goodness to look somewhat guilty, but at the same time she pinned him in place with a defiant glare.
“No.”
“There is literally no one else.”
Qui-Gon sighed heavily. “Micah is going to kill me.”
“Mic?” Tahl scoffed. “Only if you can’t keep the creeps away.”
And then her grin turned positively dangerous: “or, with any luck, this’ll knock some sense into him and he’ll ask to join in.”
LET'S DO THIS, so I'm rewatching The Hobbit for reasons (such as the voice of Richard Armitage, GDI RICHARD), and I need someone to write a thing for me. Here, have a sentence and run with it: "An elf just called me /pretty/."
So since tumblr expanded queue from 300 to 1000(?) I went deep into my drafts and scrolled thru a lot to collect as many pretty pictures to queue as possible.
I found… prompts that I started writing, and didn’t finish—because I had no idea where to go next, or whatever. my god,, this is from @maawi1253 ‘s old blog that tumblr ate. I don’t even remember what year this ask was sent 🤦♀️
anyway: long-overdue! pls don’t ask me where this was going. I’m amazed, with how my memory is now, that I was ever able to attempt lotr fic
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… this is such a stab in the dark, it’s been at least a decade and I haven’t even seen the Hobbit oh no // oh yes // oh wait I have the book
au where Bilbo also ends up in the cells because someone accidentally hit him over the head. also this is half book canon / half movie canon: in the book, the Company got lost on their way through Greenwood. hungry and with mostly knives for weapons, they came upon the Wood Elves in the midst of their feast, and thought they might approach them and beg for food. they tried to approach three times, and on the third time the Elves were annoyed enough to charm whoever had stepped forward first and take them prisoner. in the book, that unfortunate person was Thorin. this time, Thorin trips over Bilbo.
“An elf just called me pretty,” Thorin muttered in quiet shock.
“Well, you are,” someone muttered back from outside his cell in the dark. Master Baggins. It made him jerk in shock and splutter. “Sorry, sorry. Just felt appropriate.”
He felt a disconcerting mix of irritation and hilarity at that. It was funny, he had to admit, though Master Baggins had clearly spent too long a time with his nephews. How in the world was that an appropriate answer to a King? Not much of a King at the moment, he admitted wryly: exile, wanderer, now locked in one of Thranduil’s cells.
“Any idea how to get us out of here, Master Burglar?” he asked softly.
“I can’t very well walk through walls, now, can I?” the Hobbit hissed back, somewhat irritated. “I may have a thick skull and all that, yes, but next time I’ll thank you not to hit me over the head when I’m trying to help!”
Thorin cringed, feeling more than a bit guilty. He had, in their final attempt to approach the elves to beg for food, accidentally misjudged Bilbo’s position in the dark and taken the hobbit with him. “I’m sorry, Master Baggins,” he said quietly. “I’ll endeavour not to trip over you next time.”
The apology was sincerely meant, though he couldn’t quite help the teasing lilt to his last words. Then he thought better of himself and added, “Please believe me, it was completely unintended.”
A soft huff was the only answer he got for his efforts. He supposed maybe Bilbo had settled in to sleep after all – not that there was much else for them to do. At least they’d been fed.
But after a moment, the hobbit stirred again. “You didn’t tell the King where we were going.”
Thorin hummed noncommittally. “I said nothing that was not the truth.”
“But you believe he would try to stop you?”
Thorin shrugged, then remembered Master Baggins could not see him doing so. “I cannot say. The fewer people know of our quest, the safer we will be.”
“But of course, we’re safe as can be, here in the King’s cells,” Bilbo pointed out.
Thorin snorted. “Certainly, Master Baggins.”
“And what of the others?”
Another shrug. “I suppose they’ll end up here, sooner or later.”
Where else, after all, when they’d been starving and had few weapons among them? Hopefully sooner, as much as he hated the thought: at least in King Thranduil’s cells, they would not starve. What a way to end their quest!
“Thorin,” Bilbo spoke up again a moment later, an odd edge to his voice that immediately had the King eyeing the wall between them with apprehension.
“Yes?”
“Have you considered, well, actually telling them why we passed through Greenwood?” The hobbit barreled on, probably hoping to get as much of a justification out as he could before Thorin might cut him off: “It’s just that, well, Greenwood is a neighbouring kingdom, right? And an ally, potentially, to Erebor? I mean wouldn’t it be more pragmatic, you know, to –”
“Master Baggins,” Thorin interrupted him – gently.
“Hm?”
“Master Baggins, there is a great deal of our people’s history you do not know. There is a longstanding disagreement between the Elves of Greenwood and the Dwarves of Erebor.”
“Yes, well, how longstanding?”
Thorin stopped short. “I don’t – know. That is a question for Balin, if anyone remembers still.”
“Then why hold on to it?”
Thorin smiled thinly. “Because you can be sure King Thranduil remembers, though I’d rather not ask him. When the dragon came to lay waste to Erebor, you can be sure the elves were not there to help us when we asked.”
“Oh.”
If he thought that was the end of it, Thorin was sadly mistaken.
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*interestingly, also in book canon, the conflict between Greenwood Elves and Dwarves has absolutely nothing to do with Thorin’s line, either.
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Thanks ^.^
This made me smile
✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥
Aw thank you!
Tea Ask Game: Earl Grey, Chamomile, Sugar, Pu-Erh?
earl grey: how do you take your tea?
i used to only take it black but lately i’ve been getting into oat milk + honey!
chamomile: comfort movie?
mamma mia! 💕💕 although @asdfghjklfancat & i watched legally blonde for the first time for our 4th anniversary last month & that’s probably going on the list
sugar: tell me about your first crush
my first crush is super boring so i’ll tell you about my first love: we met at a 3-week creative writing summer camp when we were 16, i was into him from the moment i saw him, my parents hadn’t signed the release form for me to go off-campus so when he & some of our friends went out he brought me back a heart-shaped raspberry-filled donut. a day or two later i asked him to the first dance and he said yes. we had our first kiss during the princess bride. we spent that sliver of the summer writing & ranting & holding hands—it’s like something that happens in a book or a movie, not to real people and especially not to kids in the godawful situation i was in as a teenager. we haven’t talked in like 2 1/2 years since he drunk texted me on my birthday but if we were ever to end up in the same place i absolutely would risk it all for old times’ sake.
pu-erh: 3 random facts about myself
i had difficulty coming up with these so i asked my best friend @feargender for faer input:
1) i had a late-onset emo phase
2) i’m not a cat person
3) i liked to drink milk prior to becoming severely lactose intolerant due to chronic illness
